Anning International Building, ground floor lounge.
Wen Nuan sat uneasily for a whole afternoon, his face turned pale with nervousness, and at the same time he was so angry that he wanted to kill someone. Ye Feimo actually exposed her to the people of the city in this way. What on earth was he going to do?
He did not obtain her consent, which violated her rights and went too far.
That line, do you remember 5203? Come to me proactively! That was clearly what Ye Feimo meant for her to come to him proactively. Otherwise, she didn't dare to think about the consequences.
unacceptable.
It actually caused a sensation in the whole city to come looking for her.
She felt ashamed and angry when she thought about the sensation caused by that advertisement. Even passers-by could see what the photographer was implying. How could she not know it was a pun?
It was raining heavily outside, just like her mood at this time.
It was time to get off work, and almost everyone in the building had left. Wen Nuan thought to herself that maybe he had his own elevator and had left the parking lot. It wasn't that she didn't want to go up to find him, but the receptionist downstairs said she had to make an appointment.
Only then could she meet the CEO, and the look in her eyes was filled with disdain. She was too lazy to ask for trouble.
At the beginning of the night, heavy rain poured down. She was worried about her mother and Xiaojing, so she rushed into the rain without thinking. She ran too fast and didn't pay attention to the car rushing from the side. Wen Nuan was so frightened that she didn't react at all.
The man looked at the woman's face illuminated by the light, and a strange color flashed across his usually cold eyes.
Veins appeared in the hand holding the steering wheel, and a mocking arc appeared on the corner of his perfect lips. The warmth was too frightening, but there was no pain, but he was slightly angry in his heart. This was clearly a green light. Didn't he know how to look at the traffic light while driving?
Wen Nuan is a smart woman. Seeing that it was the latest model of Lamborghini, she didn't dare to talk to the car owner about traffic rules. These days, only those with money call the rules.
She turned around and left, fearing that someone would blackmail her if she left late.
The low-key, luxurious and domineering Lamborghini stopped beside her. The man rolled down the window, and his cold voice was chilling to the bones in the rain.
